[ He only gets the slightest taste with his tongue - alcohol and something else - before there's that jerk and curse. With it comes the slightest jar of the table, and it causes him to pull back as well, eyes blinking open. Castiel thinks this could eventually be a problem if they keep doing this, but he's also very reluctant to stop too. The heat of Dean's mouth still rests on his lips, which he licks even as he smooths a hand along the other man's forearm.
There's a bit of pink to the bandage now, but it doesn't seem worrisome. ]
Sorry. [ Even his expression speaks of apology, taking a step from him with the intention to go about relieving the pain he feels as he'd wanted to several minutes ago. ] I'll, uh. Let me get those pills for you.
[ Which is exactly what he does, taking it as an opportunity to clear his head. It's suddenly a lot warmer in that room than it had been when Dean had shown up, and he tugs at the edge of his t-shirt, rummaging through his things for an unlabeled prescription bottle. He takes it back and offers two of its contents to him. ]
How bad is it now? [ He's trying not to think about kissing him again. ]
no subject
There's a bit of pink to the bandage now, but it doesn't seem worrisome. ]
Sorry. [ Even his expression speaks of apology, taking a step from him with the intention to go about relieving the pain he feels as he'd wanted to several minutes ago. ] I'll, uh. Let me get those pills for you.
[ Which is exactly what he does, taking it as an opportunity to clear his head. It's suddenly a lot warmer in that room than it had been when Dean had shown up, and he tugs at the edge of his t-shirt, rummaging through his things for an unlabeled prescription bottle. He takes it back and offers two of its contents to him. ]
How bad is it now? [ He's trying not to think about kissing him again. ]